Twas the night b4 christmas and all threw the house evry body was stoned including the mouse..With ma at the bar and dad chasin ass I settled in for a fat bowl of grass...When up on the roof I heard such a clatter i sprang from my bong to c what was the matter...when what to my blood shot eys should apear but a slay and 8 tiny rain deer.on the slay there was a fat prick i knew it had to be ol saint nick...down the chimny he came like a bad out of hell i knew in an instant that fat fucker fell..he fild our stockings with blunts and beer and i big rubber dick for my brother the queer......I heard a verson simaler and changed it but i luv it...n i luv how fuckin stoned i am...peace fellow hippys peace the fuck out.
